Inspired by the works,beauty, and excellence of Miya Bailey. Google him.. He draws his dreams into existence Sketching his hopes Through tips built on passion and faith A haunting habit that his soul breathes Necessary feed, he bleeds,images How deep Each sight creates each masterpiece Collisions and barricades of passion,love&pain Life without would be meaningless Love without would be worthless Value is bestowed in his worth(work): Greatness. Blank slates, create outlets of space Visionary guided by forces, Natural movements. With each blink, seconds spent closed canvas,Sketch book:dream land imagined;becomes. Reality is rested in his ideals. Bound by lines, colors, shapes, the feel. Emotions manifested, observations Of your passion touch many Influence action Retrace universal emotion: Compassion Desire &need. Close to heart, capturing each pump of life Limited by time, Yet available The art never dies. Production of perfection at war with priorities And perception of loving art more Than those tangible. But: the obsession is within each breath. And so it is within: Public viewings, soul etched on all to see Public feelings Admired publically Yet, only needing affirmation and confirmation Within. mentally. Always hungry, Starving artist appetite despite years invested Misunderstood by the desires of man Aggression against time Begging not to be wasted, spent in vain Lost in the concept of creation. Conscious controls living. All that is thought, is, and will be. And he begins without instruction Guided by movement Requested by many Misunderstood by plenty Placing blame on man For being only human Admired, even envied for his craft. Refreshing, eternal soul starving to be full Yet exposed Releasing visions, filling holes But still left incomplete... Just breathing... With each sigh: inhale, exhale- relief. As he draws his dreams into existence With each movement comes inspiration This haunting habit that has his soul Breathes within him.. The art Deep sigh: inhale, exhale, -relief.